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Dear Diary,
April 27th, 1955
The dawn greeted us with a golden embrace as we drove down the misty road toward Des Moines. Mary Claire's hands were steady on the wheel of our old pickup, the horizon blooming with the colors of new beginnings.
We arrived at St. Ambrose Cathedral as the first light caressed the stained glass, and the Mass filled our spirits with a tranquil harmony. Afterwards, we found warmth and welcome at Ginger's Coffee House, where we shared a small breakfast and tales with friends.
Returning to the farm brought the earth's embrace, where Tom and Judy awaited our hands for the day's toils. Together, we lost ourselves in the labor of love, tending to the garden's needs with laughter and shared strength.
Sister Mary Claire's rhubarb, plucked with care, rested in a basket—tomorrow it would find its way to Ginger, a small token of our abundant life.
As dusk settled, we retreated to the Inner Court prayer wagon, our sanctuary on wheels. There, enveloped in the quilted tapestry of our day's work and joys, we clasped hands and offered a prayer of thanksgiving:
"Lord of the twilight, as the stars ascend, We gather our hearts and whisper amen. To Sister Mary Claire, a beacon so bright, Our gratitude flows like the river at night.
In Your grand design, we find our place, Amid the rhubarb fields, we seek Your grace. Bless our dear Ginger, and our kin so dear, With every sunrise, Your love is clear.
Now as we rest, our souls take flight, Within dreams You cradle us through the night. Thankful we are, for a day so fair, Goodnight, sweet diary, in Your tender care."
With hearts full and eyes heavy, we bid this day farewell, cherishing the bond of sisterhood that sustains us. Goodnight, dear diary, until tomorrow's light.
With a thankful heart, Kathy
April 27th, 1955
The dawn greeted us with a golden embrace as we drove down the misty road toward Des Moines. Mary Claire's hands were steady on the wheel of our old pickup, the horizon blooming with the colors of new beginnings.
We arrived at St. Ambrose Cathedral as the first light caressed the stained glass, and the Mass filled our spirits with a tranquil harmony. Afterwards, we found warmth and welcome at Ginger's Coffee House, where we shared a small breakfast and tales with friends.
Returning to the farm brought the earth's embrace, where Tom and Judy awaited our hands for the day's toils. Together, we lost ourselves in the labor of love, tending to the garden's needs with laughter and shared strength.
Sister Mary Claire's rhubarb, plucked with care, rested in a basket—tomorrow it would find its way to Ginger, a small token of our abundant life.
As dusk settled, we retreated to the Inner Court prayer wagon, our sanctuary on wheels. There, enveloped in the quilted tapestry of our day's work and joys, we clasped hands and offered a prayer of thanksgiving:
"Lord of the twilight, as the stars ascend, We gather our hearts and whisper amen. To Sister Mary Claire, a beacon so bright, Our gratitude flows like the river at night.
In Your grand design, we find our place, Amid the rhubarb fields, we seek Your grace. Bless our dear Ginger, and our kin so dear, With every sunrise, Your love is clear.
Now as we rest, our souls take flight, Within dreams You cradle us through the night. Thankful we are, for a day so fair, Goodnight, sweet diary, in Your tender care."
With hearts full and eyes heavy, we bid this day farewell, cherishing the bond of sisterhood that sustains us. Goodnight, dear diary, until tomorrow's light.
With a thankful heart, Kathy
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